My heart has been grieved by recent events involving the Ashley Madison account, and especially when I hear of fellow Christian families whose lives have been impacted by this. I am burdened as a fellow sinner in this fallen, tainted world. Who isn’t impacted in some shape or form by the seduction of this present world, and the ever readily available and in-your-face pornographic content flooding it? Who is there without need of grieving? Of fearing? Of praying and battling? This is an issue the church and individual families need to face with the seriousness of Proverbs 5-7. Father’s need to be warning and instructing their sons. Go down this path- and die, says Solomon to his son. What comes to those who follow the adulteress is this: The hunting down and destruction of precious life, burning, scorching, punishment, violence, wounds, dishonor, and disgrace.

“All at once he follows her, as an ox goes to the slaughter, or as a stag is caught fast till an arrow pierces its liver; as a bird rushes into a snare; he does not know that it will cost him his life (Proverbs 7:23).”

Blind lust makes dumb, and it makes men forget. Would you forsake your wife? Would you forsake the “water from your own cistern, flowing water from your own well (Proverbs 5:15)”? Would you harden your heart to the Lord and pretend He does not see? So many do, and they do it not only to their own hurt, but to the hurt of their God and their families. It doesn’t get more serious than that.

There is much that needs to be said on this topic, but I wrote this poem only to address men, and to point to the hope found in Christ. I hope it might be used in somebody’s life to the glory of God.

The Woman on the Internet

The woman on the internet
Doesn’t make you wise,
The woman on the internet
Doesn’t give you life,
The woman on the internet
Leads you into lies,
The woman on the internet
She is not your wife.

The woman on the internet
Calls you with allure
The woman on the internet
Says you’ll dwell secure
The woman on the internet
Hunts down life that’s dear
The woman on the internet
Perverts what is pure.

Now to the men who look at her-
Do not cast your blame,
Now to the men who look at her
You did seek your shame.
Now to the men who look at her
Quick pleasure your aim,
Now to the men who look at her
Like fire is a game.

That woman – does she know your touch?
That woman – does she love you much?
That woman – do her arms surround?
That woman – does her kiss resound?

Your secrets have a thin veneer
Your secrets God has seen quite clear
Your secrets to the surface near
Your secrets which enslave with fear.

The woman on the internet
Seemed to you so free,
The woman on the internet
Came so easily,
The woman on the internet
Had you as if drunk,
The woman on the internet
Where many men have sunk.

The Lord would from such trouble save,
The Lord would lift you from this grave,
The Lord would tell you to repent,
The Lord would straighten what’s been bent.